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Chapter Eighteen: Mortified

Brian's phone began to ring. It vibrated violently on the kitchen counter until Brian finally got to it and pressed it to his ear.

"What's going on?" he said noticing the caller I.D. Christ Argent.

"We've stumbled across your two." He said coldly, sounding like his thoughts were elsewhere.

"In Beacon Hills?" Brian had to stop and lean on the counter. Andrea, who had just showered came out to the sight of her husband curiously bent over with a concerned expression on his face.

"Seems that they took refuge with an old friend." Chris added. His words echoed through the air. Brian didn't need the name to know who they were with. But more concerning than the fact that Avery had allowed Sam to live, was the fact that despite everything the Hales had done to his family they stood alongside them; the enemy.

"Brian, what's wrong?" Andrea asked, drying her shoulder length hair with a damp towel.

"One second." Brian spoke into the phone and put it down on the counter.

"The Argents found them." He said simply, Andrea lowered her towel and assumed the same confounded expression as Brian, "They're in Beacon Hills with Hale."

"Then we're leaving." Andrea commanded, "Pack your bags and the weapons and we'll be there. We end this now."

"Just like that." Brian nodded. There was a pang of regret in his eyes, not that Andrea noticed. Andrea picked up the phone and placed it to her ear.

"We'll be there in the morning." She said.

"One last thing." Chris said on the other end, "Victoria wants to speak to you."

"Sure." Andrea agreed as the phone crackled at the changing of hands.

"I had to attack Avery in self defense." Victoria stated quickly and continued before Andrea could protest, "You'll have a tactical advantage if you use her to draw out Sam."

"Why do I feel like I'm missing pieces of the story?" Andrea smirked, Victoria sighed over the phone, "You Argents always had a knack for leaving out important details."

"You'll find out soon enough..." Victoria replied ambiguously and then the line went dead.

"Talk about dramatic." Andrea frowned, putting down the phone. Brian looked up from where he had been glaring.

"I can't believe we're going to do this." Brian lightly drawled. His eyes were contorted with pain; this was the hardest thing he'd ever have to do in his life.

"Our son's already dead." Andrea replied, slowly pacing towards him with her arms outstretched, "We lost him a month ago."

"But he's still breathing!" Brian raised his voice, brushing away Andrea's embrace, "He's walking around out there with Avery."

"That thing out there may look like him, may sound like him, may even think like him but it's not him." Andrea pulled him back at the wrist.

"I don't get how you can be so clinical about it!" Brian shook his head as Andrea finally held him in a tight embrace.

"I'm not clinical." Her voice cracked, "I mean we're killing our son. If I let any doubts play on my mind then I couldn't do my job. I couldn't protect the innocents I'm responsible for."

"Then quit." Brian held his wife, a fake smile playing on his lips.

"If only…" Andrea sighed, "But I can't stick to a code. I can't wait until he kills someone to go after him."

Brian pulled away, teary eyed, "Then we do it together and we do it as humanely as possible. I don't want him to suffer."

"Together." Andrea wiped away the falling tears.

For the rest of the night the couple packed. Clothes, weapons and tissues. What they were about to do wouldn't be easy, but it was a necessary evil.

xxxx

"You're lying…" Avery frowned as she hopped on one leg down the stairs. Derek was walking behind her very smugly, ready to grab the back of her shirt if she fell.

"I'm really not." He added. She went quiet and bit her lip, before stopping on a step and spinning around.

"Let's get one thing very clear. I was delusional on account of the wolfsbane poisoning and the blood-loss. Never in my right mind would I ever say anything along the lines of that again and your jawline is perfectly average."

"No, no. 'Impeccable' was the phrase you used last night." He slid his hand mockingly over his chin. She took in a deep breath and turned away again, finally reaching the bottom of the stairs.

She would not let Derek Hale get to her. He had leveled the score back to 3 all now, but she still had the laundry 'mishap' up her sleeve. Avery refused to believe that she had been anything but unconscious last night. Derek had quoted her saying she had called him her knight in shining armor or something along the lines of that as well as calling him 'moonbeam' before she passed out. He had to be lying, maybe not about the jawline thing, but about everything else. She would never admit it to Derek, but he certainly had a flawless jawline. If it had have belonged to any other guy she may have attempted to get her hands all over it. But it was Derek, the broody werewolf ex-best friend of her older brother, and that was somewhat gross. For now she'd have to fend off his witty remarks and pray that another guy with a handsome chin would sweep her off her feet.

"Avery?" she heard an ecstatic voice call from across the depot, followed by a meandering of feet. There was Sam, more relieved than ever, coming to her aid. He instantly hooked his head under her arm and helped her take a seat. Isaac popped his head around a corner, hair all over the place. Sam must have woken him up.

"You guys really pulled out all the stops!" she joked, "The welcoming committee is too much!"

Derek grunted and walked off to go have a private conversation with Isaac. Sam on the other hand was beaming.

"You can wipe the smile off your face." Avery tried to frown, but Sam's happy expression made the corner of her lips twitch.

"I'm just glad you're alright." Sam toned down his smile to a mere smirk.

"So am I. For a minute there I thought I was gonna see my last moments in the musky warehouse." Avery cringed and looked down at her leg, "Derek said you were a mess."

"You would be too if you thought your favourite sister was going to die." Sam quipped.

"I'm your only sister." Aver responded.

"Exactly." Sam let his smile grow again, "You sisters don't exactly grow on trees. I've got to cherish the single one I have."

"Yeah, yeah. Enough with the mushiness." Avery finally smiled back with him, "I'm more interested in what's going to happen tonight."

She looked up to where Derek and Isaac had walked off.

"The full moon." Sam nodded.

"I think we should stay and help him." Avery said in the open air, "With the others. You take Isaac, Derek can take Boyd and I'll take Erica."

"You're not in any state to be calming down a wolf on their first full moon. You can go stay with Deaton or that Stilinski kid and leave the werewolf fighting to the big boys."

"Do you not remember what happened last night when you palmed me off?" Avery deadpanned, "That really weird part where I almost died."

"Avy…" Sam went to fight her on it.

"I'm not going anywhere and that's final."

"Actually you both are." Derek's voice sounded, as he walked back into sight with Isaac.

"We were having a private conversation." Avery snapped at him.

"Look, I don't know if you've ever tried to control a new wolf but it's not pretty." Derek explained, "But I can handle them. I appreciate the gesture but neither of you need to be here."

"Your stubbornness is going to get you hurt." Avery said with a pout.

"Likewise." Derek retorted before continuing the argument, "I just need you two out of here tonight."

"Well then where do you want us to run off to? Because I'm sure as hell not about to walk out on the main street for some late night gelato."

"Limp…" Isaac corrected her. She shot daggers at him, he quietly added "…You can't walk."

"Actually, it would look like I'm playing hopscotch." She added spitefully.

"You can take the car." Derek tossed his keys at Sam, "Just do something to get out of town until tomorrow."

Avery face lit up snatching the keys from her brother.

"Okay, that I can do! We can do a McDonalds drive through for ice cream instead. I'm feeling a McFlurry… oh and a Hot Fudge Sundae!"

"Don't spill it on the leather." Derek winced.

"If I do, you'll never know." Avery twirled the keys around her fingers, coyly raising one eyebrow, "But before we going sightseeing around Beacon Hills I would like to rest."

Avery held her arms out in a regal manner to prompt Sam to pick her up. With a smirk he picked her up in a bridal fashion and whisked her away. When they were out of sight of Derek and his smart-ass Beta she whispered, "By the way, just to set the record straight, I didn't call him my knight in shining armor, did I?"

"Not that I know." Sam responded with a shrug.

"Yes you did." Derek shouted loudly from the other side of the depot. Avery merely rolled her eyes and groaned with embarrassment. She would never live that down!